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Altaïr gasped loudly as he managed to get his head above water once more, coughing up however much he had swallowed on accident. His arms and legs were flailing about in seemingly panic. Altaïr truly did not know what to do, how to make sure he stayed above water, and was trying everything he could to. How could this of happened? How could he of let himself misstep, even when he knew he had to be just as careful over water as he is when he glides through the city upon rooftops. Now, he had found himself in something he could barely hope to save himself from. And there was a large possibility of drowning, as Altaïr once more felt himself lowering into the water.
Altaïr's golden gaze quickly looked up, the man he had accompanied taking too long to get to him, though it had all just happened, and so fast.
"Arno!"